I'll give you words that taste of honey,
I'll sing soft songs meant for the stars,
And although you'll never know me,
I'll love you softly, from afar.


Silver beads that kiss the moonlight,
I'll steal to lace your path,
And I'll watch for you through midnight,
From a distance, from afar.

With Love,
Skyla


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 125 MA.